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Post by Babydoll on May 30, 2010 18:23:41 GMT -5
the moon is shining high . . .
  
. . . the stars are bright above It was a cool, clear evening on Midland Beach. No clouds hung overhead and the moon was low in the sky as night began to sweep over Staten Island. Babydoll had laid herself down on the beach to look up at the stars beginning to pop into existence one by one. On the first one she'd seen, however, she'd kept a little tradition she'd started when she'd moved into Staten's Lodging House. The first star she saw she said goodnight to the first person on her mind. The first night it'd been Jack, second Rita, but that night it had been Silence.
The brunette stretched in the sand and tucked her arms behind her head. She smiled to herself as she hummed a nonsense ditty with her eyes closing. She'd probably have to go back to the lodging house soon, but for now she was enjoying her time alone on the beach. It was actually quite relaxing for her to do this. More than likely she could just lay there forever and not even mind if she had someone to talk to, maybe.
Someone to sit on the beach and talk with…or just sit there and look at. Talk with their eyes. Eyes could do an awful lot of talking if you asked her. What she wouldn't give just to be on the beach with someone else, feel what the lovebirds in Manhattan felt for a change.
What was she thinking? What were the chances of someone agreeing to go anywhere with her? Slim, very slim. The chances of her being asked were slim. So who was she kidding?
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Post by The Entertainer on May 30, 2010 21:34:55 GMT -5
 -- The Entertainer strolled down to the Midland Beach. He had heard somewhere that breathing in salt water was good for your voice, and lately he had been feeling a little tickle in the back of his throat. He would do anything he could to preserve his voice, if he lost it, he didn't know what he would do. He was nothing without his voice. His voice made him who he was. That's how he felt anyways. He swung his cane absently as he walked down the sandy shore, just thinking and singing softly to himself. It was rare that he was alone, normally he had someone with him. He liked to think of them as his adoring fans, even if they weren't. It would help him prepare for when he was famous, and when people would follow him around. He grinned at his thoughts. But, what if he never became a star? What if he was always Christopher Grunder from Staten Island? Or The Entertainer from Staten Island, known for annoying the heck out of his borough mates with his constant singing. What if they were right, and he would be a nobody forever? He shuddered, it couldn't happen. He glanced up at the sky, seeing stars. He had heard of people making wishes on them, did they really come true? He figured he might as well try. The Entertainer's gaze landed on a little star, it was small, but it was the one that caught his eye. It was the first one he saw. I wish things would work out for me in the end, that all my dreams will come true. He thought, still staring at the star. A grin crossed his face, as he continued his stroll, his blue-gray eyes landed on Babydoll, the newest member of the Staten Islanders. His grin widened as he made his way over to her. "Do you mind if I join you?" He asked. |
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Post by Babydoll on Jun 2, 2010 19:25:44 GMT -5
the moon is shining high . . .
  
. . . the stars are bright above Babydoll gasped sharply and jolted to a sitting position, her thoughts being interrupted by the voice of one of her fellow Staten Islanders. She had overreacted a bit, yes, but she hadn't expected anyone to find her here or talk to her if they did. But either way, he was asking to join her. She cast a glance at the sky with a sarcastic thought, Great divine intervention.
But she smiled at The Entertainer and nodded anyway. It was probably better than being alone anyhow. Baby curled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, eyes drifting to the sky above again. Her smile slowly melted into a thoughtful frown and after a few seconds she closed her eyes and sighed.
"So, what brings you here?" she asked softly, not chancing a glance at him and letting the soft salty breeze wash over her skin.
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